"Dismissed by hippies as a shameless exploitation film, attacked by straights as a pro-LSD commercial, The Trip-which opened in drive-ins across America at the tail end of the Summer of Love-now seems one of the schlock glories of the Corman oeuvre. It's a period wonderland, filled with outrageous Op Art patterns and Day-Glo decor, awash with the sound of sitars and Doors-style organ doodlings." (J. Hoberman) Peter Fonda stars as a director of TV commercials, befuddled by the breakup of his marriage to Susan Strasberg. He decides to expand his horizons, or at least his consciousness, by taking LSD. A bearded Bruce Dern plays his tour guide, telling him, "You gotta do exactly like they say: Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream." The psychedelic babble (along with the LSD) is supplied by Dennis Hopper who runs a trip pad near the Sunset Strip. His Max is a Timothy Leary-clone, spouting the ideology of drug-driven transcendence. As Hoberman noted, "Casually toking on a joint, Hopper delivers his lines while holding his breath-possibly the first such naturalistic representation of marijuana consumption in Hollywood history." Visually, The Trip is a melange of Euro-film styles with traces of underground movies. Fonda's hallucinations are lysergically grafted to a narrative that uses a strong dose of kaleidoscopic imagery, gauzy, sensual lighting schemes, and some tripped-out editing. A caveat opens the film, declaring "The Trip represents a shocking commentary on a prevalent trend of our time and one which must be of great concern to all." Though the "trend" is just a residual memory, The Trip still represents a wonderful flashback to the Love Generation.